can you hear him?

in the quiet

he beds himself in the bud, peeling green

in the call of the geese sewing v-necks across pale wool of sky

in the frogs croaking symphony from the pond in the woods

in the farmer’s hand fingering soft the seed, praying it into soil

in the footstep of child

holy holy holy … kneeling with you today, as heaven unfolds in garden and skin and all the earth rejoice

(sharing with one stop poetry)

begging patience this week as i am slow in visiting blogs, with assignments and family visiting, but looking forward to catching up with you all…